Nines would tell you he was a sucker for well dressed men. Especially a well dressed Gavin. Seeing him in his dress blues for Connor's promotion ceremony had nearly done him in. The fit, the way the fabric hugged his muscles… Just thinking about it was making his biocomponents heat.

"Are you about ready, Gav?" Nines called. Once again, they were running late, though it was simply to a costume party. They got to have Halloween off so they were attending the New Jericho Halloween shindig. "I'm sure whatever you chose to dress as is just fine."

"Are you sure?" Gavin's tone was mischievous and smug. "I don't think you're ready for the majesty of this, Nines. You might combust."

"Would you stop the dramatics! I would like to get there…" Nines' eyes widened and he trailed off. It wasn't often, but he could be rendered speechless, and this was one of those times. "Gavin…" He gulped.

"See something you like?" Gavin was leaning against the doorframe to their bedroom, a cowboy hat obscuring one half of his face, while the other half was shrouded in shadow, making his gray eye seem to glow. The smirk on his face was just too much, paired with the deep green button down, black scarf making his jawline seem sharper than ever. Suspenders over his shoulders made the shirt tight against his abs, and the ammo belt around his slender hips brought Nines' eyes to his groin. "I thought we were going to be late, sweetheart."

Nines' breath hitched when Gavin used a thick southern drawl to accentuate the endearment. It was a kink of his, Gavin had happily discovered. When thoroughly angered, Gavin would slip into a mix of English and Spanish with an accent. It drove the android wild. It was no different with the Southern accent it seemed. "You… Are too much."

"Sure." Gavin winked, hooking his gloved thumbs in his ammo belt, cocking a hip. "Whatever you say. By the way, your costume is pretty good."

Nines had decided to dress as the AI from Mass Effect, a favorite video game of Gavin's from his youth. "Thank you. I know how much you… Love the AI."

Gavin threw his head back with his laughter, throwing Nines' vision in a sea of error notifications. "Come on then." The human stalked passed, and Nines desperately cleared the messages to see Gavin's ass in the black denim, only to see the delicious curves framed in soft beige leather chaps. RA9, Nines wanted to bite that ass...

The party was in full swing when they walked in. Nines tried his damndest not to look at Gavin; whenever he did, the fucker would smirk, and tip his hat at him. He wasn't sure if he could wait until they got home. Not this time.

"Nines!" Connor walked over, looking a right mess. He was wearing what seemed to be the Lieutenant's usual clothes, though tailored for Connor's much slighter frame, his hair longer and messy. Beside him, Hank stood stiffly, looking dashing in a suit, a blue glowing armband on his bicep. His own hair was slicked back in a half up, half down style that made his face look sharper and thinner. "Nice, Gavin!"

"Are you two dressed… as each other?" Gavin snickered. "It's pretty good."

"Yeah!" Connor gushed. "I mean," he smirked, and with a sly glance at Hank, continued, "Yeah, what's it to you, punk?" His voice was rough, his face set in a deep scowl.

"He's even going to drink." Hank smiled. "I can't wait to see what he's like shitfaced."

"A beer does sound good." Gavin looked around for the bar, grinning when he saw it. "You want anything, Nines?" He had started the accent again, winking at Nines, knowing what he was doing to him.

Rather than speaking and playing into Gavin's game, he simply shook his head. He tried to not watch him walk away, but… The perfection that was Gavin as he walked away was just too hard not to watch.

"You ok?" Connor's grin was wide, his own eyes twinkling with amusement.

"It was you who gave him the idea for this, wasn't it?"

"Damn straight it was!"

Nines watched his beaming brother for a moment. "Thank you for that. I will never let you talk to him alone again."

"We both know you can't stop Gavin from doing much. Besides, it was between this and going as himself. Or as he said, 'a psychopath, because they look like everyone else.'"

Nines sighed. That was definitely something Gavin would do, just to piss him off. "Fine, this was the better of the options presented. But how did you convince him?"

"I just had to mention over a few months how much you like him in nicer clothes. Then you mentioned something about seeing Red Dead Redemption 6, or whatever, and how much you loved the aesthetic. He was actually the one who came up with the idea. I just encouraged it."

So, Gavin did pay attention, even when it seemed like he wasn't. He knew the human was observant. You had to be, inherently, to make it as a detective, or even a cop, for that matter. And Gavin was one of the best, even before he was partnered with him. Gavin sometimes saw things even Nines missed, made jumps in logic that Nines wouldn't think of. Gavin called that the 'human factor' and Nines was inclined to agree.

"Yo, you ok, babe?" Gavin had apparently come back, a bottle of local lager in his hand. Hank and Connor weren't there and must have walked away during Nines' woolgathering. "You're zoning out." His leather bound glove grabbed his hand, holding it up. "Do you want to go home? I know how you feel about being here."

"I'm fine, my love, but thank you for asking. Just… lost in thought."

Gavin lifted the back of Nines' hand to him mouth, kissing it gently. "Just let me know if that changes, love. I don't want you too uncomfortable." Without warning, Gavin flipped his palm and bit the ball of his palm, his tongue soothing the bite, and running up his thumb. "Just a little uncomfortable."

"Gavin," Nines rumbled, warning him. He was playing a very dangerous game, and if he wasn't careful, Nines would call his bluff.

"What?" His grin was wicked as he took a swig from his beer. "You don't like my flirting?"

"Whoever said I didn't like it?" He grabbed Gavin's belt and dragged his pelvis to his, grinding the proof of how much Nines' like Gavin's everything. "It's not the flirting and you know it, Sheriff."

"Oh?" Gavin's grin turned almost feral. "Do you need to be frisked?"

Nines' returned grin was answer enough, and Gavin turned around and led Nines out of the crowded party room through corridors, to a supply closet. "In."

Nines had never been submissive, but he couldn't help but listen to the hard tone in the rich accent. He was shaking when Gavin closed the closet door and shoved Nines against it, a hard hand on his chest. "Ga-Gavin…"

"Shh, babe. I got you." Gavin kissed him gently, reassuring him. "You know the words right? Good." His hand gripped his hair and pulled his head back, exposing his throat to the human. "Look at this… so perfect for me." Dull teeth sank into the pseudoskin, and Nines keened. "Do I need to gag you?"

Nines didn't know what possessed him, but he nodded frantically. "Good boy." Rough fingers reach up and untied the black scarf around his own throat, sliding out from beneath the pressed collar, before tying around Nines' head and over his mouth.

Hands explored his body, making error messages overtake his sight. "God, Nines, you have such a gorgeous body. I fucking love it." The growl in Gavin's voice was like a drug, pulling Nines further into subspace. "You're gonna be a good boy for me, right, Nines? Let me take what I want from you, right here in this closet, where anyone could catch us? Anyone could see you falling apart for me, on me?"

The accented words were driving Nines insane. His cock was so hard in his pants, his body shaking with how much he wanted Gavin. He wanted Gavin in a way he hadn't thought about before. Is this how Gavin feels when I tease him? If it was, he understood why Gavin loved it so much.

"Nines, I don't think we can drag this out. I want inside you. Do you want me to fuck you? Make you cum with my cock inside?"

Instead of answering, Nines scrambled to tear his pants down his legs, needing to show Gavin that he was a good boy. He bent, grinding his now nude ass over the human's still clothed cock.

"I'll take that as a yes."

Nines could hear Gavin's chuckle, but it was the clinking of Gavin's belt buckle that made him moan. He was so excited about what was happening, he didn't even think to be embarrassed or apprehensive for his first time. It was… a heady mix.

"Let me know when or if I need to stop, babe." Gavin's finger entered his hole, but Nines just pushed back against him. He didn't want the fingers. He wanted Gavin in him. NOW.

"Pushy, pushy." Gavin took the hint though, taking some of the lube-like slick from Nines' ass, lubing his cock. "Want it hard and fast?" At Nines' needy keen, Gavin smirked. "Then, brace yourself, Nines. I won't stop until your a fucking mess."

He bottomed out inside Nines, making him groan. Gavin didn't give Nines time to adjust, much like Nines when he was fucking Gavin after a fight. "Gods, you feel so good, Nines." His hands were on Nines' hips, pulling the android back as his own surged forward. Nines was sure they would be heard with how loud he was getting and the slapping of their skin. "You love this don't you? Submitting for me?" Suddenly, Gavin's finger caressed his intake port at the base of his skull. "Open it for me?"

Nines eyes rolled up in the back of his head with that. He loved it when Gavin fingerfucked the port. It was sensitive and intense. It was something they had discovered recently. They had gotten in a fight when a perp in the rain, where the asshat had tackled Nines and pushed him back into thick mud. The cover on the port had cracked and mud had filled it, making Nines glitch. When Gavin had helped him clean it out, he came harder than he ever had. Since then, Gavin made sure to offer it.

The sound that came out of his gagged mouth when Gavin started fingering the prongs of the port in time with the thrusts he delivered to his ass was louder than he intended, but in that moment, he couldn't bring himself to care. He was too blissed out to notice anything but Gavin. He was going to cum and it was going to be an intense one.

"Shit, Nines. You're fucking strangling my cock. I'm so close, Nines. You have to be close with how much you're twitching around me."

Just a handful more thrusts to his ass and port, and Nines was falling apart. His legs gave out and his voice was nothing more than loud, high pitched glitching. He could vaguely hear Gavin cursing, the accent long forgotten, could feel his cock jumping with each rope of cum that shot out of him.

"Nines? Babe?" Gavin was hovering over him. "You back with me?" Looking around, Nines realized he was on the floor, his head in Gavin's lap.

"I think…" Nines cleared his throat. His voice was still slightly glitchy. "I think I did a soft reboot. I am fully operational now."

"Thank god. I thought I had broken you or something." Gavin's smile was soft, his gorgeous eyes searching his own. "You did so well. I think I might need to start dressing up more."

"Because it drives me insane?"

"Because it makes me feel powerful to know that I can, but also because I look fucking hot."

"Yes, yes you do." If Gavin started to dress better, this was going to be a regular occurrence and Nines found he was more than ok with that.